Even though we’ve changed and we’re all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we’re not all still friends.
This time it’s over I’m keeping my heart, I’m gonna be strong and not fall apart… it’ll get better, I’ll no longer cry… in a couple of weeks I won’t want to die, I won’t want to go back. I’ll be able to sleep, it won’t hurt so bad and it won’t hurt so deep!
“Who am I?”
For every being cursed with self awareness, there remains the unanswerable question, “Who am I?” We struggle to find meaningful connections to one another. We are the caring friend, the loving father, the doting mother, the protected child. We fight and we love in the hope that somehow, together, we can understand our significance in the universe. But in the end, no one can share our burden. Each of us alone, must ask the question, “Who am I? What does it mean to be alive? And in the vast infinity of time, how do I matter?”
“the Circle of Friends”
We meet on-line to have a great time….
We laugh and we giggle and smile at our screens,
We sit back and wonder what this all means.
We surf the Web, we travel afar,
We span thousands of mile without a car.
We watch conversations flowing on the screen,
We tell jokes and stories and know what they mean.
What are we looking for? Where’s the attraction?
How can we do this and get satisfaction?
Who are we? Why are we here?
We are “the Circle of Friends”, made from a chain.
And we’re here because friendship is what we gain!
Born on-line formed by few,
We had no idea just what to do.
So we are linking our pages, first one then two,
And wonder where we’ll end up when we are through?
The Circle will spread, like a wild vine,
It will breathe and whisper like the winds of time.
We are the Circle of Friends, made from a chain,
All of our motives are exactly the same.
Searching for friendships all over the lands,
Linking our pages is like holding hands.
We are ‘the Circle of Friends’, made from a chain,
A chain of cable and wire without an end.
